Hideaway Strath thirty-six flowers

the bulb she held so carefully had not yet ripened. satsu wondered what it would contain; sweetness, like the honeysuckle that had grown absent in her life, or bitter, like the tea the elder women would steep. perhaps something new altogether.
a voice; —ze locals call zem fireflowers.

startled; she clutches the blossom too tightly and it crushes in her hold. is it worth it to feel sorrow? the field is filled with red yet to be plucked. satsu decides to let the feeling go; she has had enough of sorrow.
they are beautiful. she looks to where the woman stands and then kindly drops her gaze, respectful.
they look like suns setting — nichibotsu.